Dear you, 
 
Everyone tells you college is a time of growth, but not everyone tells you that sometimes, growth hurts. Countless nights I remember staring out towards the horizon blurry eyed from tears over different stresses, heartbreaks and pains. Other nights, I remember singing and dancing our hearts out in a sweaty crowd, stumbling back into the suite as the first morning rays blush the sky pink. So many sunrises and sunsets we have witnessed from our bedroom windows, so many restarts and evolutions we have dedicated ourselves to over the years. How lucky we are to be who we are now. 
 
In your light, 
Kahmy